There is a college a wee bit south of us… Okay, eleven hours south. Fifteen if there are multiple pile-ups on i95, somewhere around... Read More
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… on that half smile
Gabe has had a thing for shoes, pretty much from his womb-period. Swear to Gawd, the kid was born knowing how to spell ‘Nike’…... Read More
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… on different perspectives, same place
If you follow the trees from the left to the right… you can see a break in the pines and spruce. Sort of a flat... Read More
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… on a welcome sense of otherness
I know. Very cool. When I was getting these photos ready to put up, I actually googled the difference between ‘fog’ and ‘mist’, because... Read More
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… on a visitor’s return home
Spike! He’s all adult-y! I knew he’d be back. Last year we had some rather interesting initial indications of his presence (made known in particularly... Read More
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… on great adventures
The baby. The last one. In years gone by, I’ve packed cars to the brim and tucked two… and a half… kids into them.... Read More
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… on what lies beneath
If you are a long time reader, you know my Childhood was far from perfect – not perfectly bad… but complicated enough for it to be... Read More
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… on the complexity of ‘all you need is love’
Sailboats are more about knots than nets, so you’re going to have to bear with me. The other day I was messaging with a... Read More
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… on a choice
‘What’s happening with the world, my dear’ The Rose asked as she shed a tear And wavered in the sea’s soft breeze Awaiting my attempt... Read More
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… on monhegan
When I am in Maine, I live on an island. Without a boat. I don’t even know how to ‘boat’, which is one of... Read More
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on empty chairs
It is an odd thing, this sandwich generation thing. The kids are off on their new adventures, and my dictatorship is starting to crumble. I... Read More
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… on moving considerations
This season in Maine began earlier, and more hustle-y and bustle-y, than any of my seasons here that I can recall. And it has been... Read More